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Updated: May 23, 2025
The Fuzzies had gotten sleepy, and had been bribed with Extee Three to stay up a little longer. Immediately, they registered interest. This was more fun than the viewscreen. Jimenez introduced his companions as Gerd van Riebeek and Ruth Ortheris. "Ruth is with Dr. Mallin's section; she's been working with the school department and the juvenile court.
Jack's Baby Fuzzy hasn't gained a pound in the last month. And another puzzle; this craving for Extee Three. That's not a natural food; except for the cereal bulk matter, it's purely synthetic. I was talking to Ybarra; he was wondering if there mightn't be something in it that caused an addiction." "Maybe it satisfies some kind of dietary deficiency." "Well, we'll find out."
Having finished their Extee Three, the Fuzzies were looking expectantly at the viewscreen, and it occurred to him that none of them except Little Fuzzy had ever seen it on. Then Little Fuzzy jumped up on the chair Lunt had vacated, reached over to the control-panel and switched it on.
"Our gang's coming up behind you," Gerd told him. "Regular skirmish line; choppers at high port. Now they've stopped, about thirty feet behind you." He broke off a piece of Extee Three, put it in his mouth and ate it. Then he broke off two more pieces and held them out. The two Fuzzies were tempted, but not to the point of rashness. He threw both pieces within a few feet of them.
The women didn't carry sheath knives, so they got Boy Scout knives on lanyards. They were all lavishly supplied with Extee Three and candy. Any of the children who looked big enough to be trusted with them got knives too, and plenty of candy. Anna and Karl were standing where the queue was forming, watching how they fell into line; so was Lillian, with an audiovisual camera.
He opened a tin of Extee Three for the Fuzzies, as he did, another whistle in the living room began blowing. "We have a whole shoebox full of them at the post," Lunt yelled to him above the din. "We'll just write these two off as expended in service." "Well, that's real nice of you, George. I want to tell you that the Fuzzies appreciate that.
"Two strange Fuzzies!" He kept on running, but instead of the rifle he had been going for, he collected his movie camera, two of the spare chopper-diggers and some Extee Three. When he emerged again, the two Fuzzies had come into the clearing and stood side by side, looking around. Both were females, and they both carried wooden prawn-killers. "You have plenty of film?" he asked Gerd.
"Of course I'm sure!" He was indignant. "Don't you think I know my own Fuzzies? Don't you think they'd know me?" "Where'd the pussy come from?" the corporal wanted to know. "God knows. They must have picked it up somewhere. She was carrying it in her arms, like a baby." "They're somebody's Fuzzies. They've been fed Extee Three. We'll take them to the hotel.
"Here, Ruth; take this." He handed her his own camera. "Keep far enough away from me to get what I'm doing and what they're doing. I'm going to try to trade with them." He went forward, the steel weapons in his hip pocket and the Extee Three in his hand, talking softly and soothingly to the newcomers. When he was as close to them as he could get without stampeding them, he stopped.
The Extee Three in the kitchen was untouched. Maybe the little fellow ran into something too big for him, even with his fine new weapon a hobthrush, or a bush-goblin, or another harpy. Or maybe he'd just gotten tired staying in one place, and had moved on. No; he'd liked it here. He'd had fun, and been happy. He shook his head sadly.
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